DharmaPragya
Mandala 8, Hymn 89
Containing 7 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
Mandala 8, Hymn 89, Verse 1
Verse 1 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
बृ॒हदिन्द्रा॑य गायत॒ मरु॑तो वृत्र॒हंत॑मम् येन॒ ज्योति॒रज॑नयन्नृता॒वृधो॑ दे॒वं दे॒वाय॒ जागृ॑वि
"To Indra sing the lofty hymn, Maruts that slays the Vr̥itras best. Whereby the Holy Ones created for the God the light divine that ever wakes."
Mandala 8, Hymn 89, Verse 2
Verse 2 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
अपा॑धमद॒भिश॑स्तीरशस्ति॒हाथेन्द्रो॑ द्यु॒म्न्याभ॑वत् दे॒वास्त॑ इन्द्र स॒ख्याय॑ येमिरे॒ बृह॑द्भानो॒ मरु॑द्गण
"Indra who quells the curse blew curses far away, and then in splendour came to us. Indra, refulgent with thy Marut host! the Gods strove eagerly to win thy love."
Mandala 8, Hymn 89, Verse 3
Verse 3 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
प्र व॒ इन्द्रा॑य बृह॒ते मरु॑तो॒ ब्रह्मा॑र्चत वृ॒त्रं ह॑नति वृत्र॒हा श॒तक्र॑तु॒र्वज्रे॑ण श॒तप॑र्वणा
"Sing to your lofty Indra, sing, Maruts, a holy hymn of praise. Let Ṣatakratu, Vr̥itra-slayer, kill the foe with hundred-knotted thunderbolt."
Mandala 8, Hymn 89, Verse 4
Verse 4 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
अ॒भि प्र भ॑र धृष॒ता धृ॑षन्मनः॒ श्रव॑श्चित्ते असद्बृ॒हत् अर्ष॒न्त्वापो॒ जव॑सा॒ वि मा॒तरो॒ हनो॑ वृ॒त्रं जया॒ स्वः॑
"Aim and fetch boldly forth, O thou whose heart is bold: great glory will be thine thereby. In rapid torrent let the mother waters spread. Slay Vr̥itra, win the light of heaven."
Mandala 8, Hymn 89, Verse 5
Verse 5 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
यज्जाय॑था अपूर्व्य॒ मघ॑वन्वृत्र॒हत्या॑य तत्पृ॑थि॒वीम॑प्रथय॒स्तद॑स्तभ्ना उ॒त द्याम्
"When thou, unequalled Maghavan, wast born to smite the Vr̥itras dead, Thou spreadest out the spacious earth and didst support and prop the heavens."
Mandala 8, Hymn 89, Verse 6
Verse 6 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
तत्ते॑ य॒ज्ञो अ॑जायत॒ तद॒र्क उ॒त हस्कृ॑तिः तद्विश्व॑मभि॒भूर॑सि॒ यज्जा॒तं यच्च॒ जन्त्व॑म्
"There was the sacrifice produced for thee, the laud, and song of joy, Thou in thy might surpassest all, all that now is and yet shall be."
Mandala 8, Hymn 89, Verse 7
Verse 7 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
आ॒मासु॑ प॒क्वमैर॑य॒ आ सूर्यं॑ रोहयो दि॒वि घ॒र्मं न साम॑न्तपता सुवृ॒क्तिभि॒र्जुष्टं॒ गिर्व॑णसे बृ॒हत्
"Raw kine thou filledst with ripe milk. Thou madest Sûrya rise to heaven. Heat him as milk is heated with pure Sâma hymns, great joy to him who loves the song."